#james was a little shit but i love him for it

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Cupid's Chokehold !

pairing: oscar piastri x male!rockstar!reader author's note: this idea has been in my mind 4 so long lol, reader is british in this. also! first smau so it might be shit lol. songs + artists in order: garbage truck by sex bob-omb, as seen on tv by my buddy eric, the love i lost by fried by fluoride, just by radiohead, boys dont cry by the cure, so long by james marriott + cupid's chokehold / breakfast in america by gym class heroes warnings: use of y/n, callbacks/mentions to a break up, talks about toxic relationships (briefly), mentions of drinking and alcohol, homophobic comments, thats it i think word count: 2.1k (including social media parts)

ynmusic streetlite officially out, performing in local pubs soon

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user481 LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

user481 wait WHAT THE FUCK SIR DID U GO THROUGH A BREAKUP??? WHY THE HELL IS TS SAD

↳ user044 STOP REAL like this is SOO a break up album 💔

↳ user228 ur joking im not ready to sob hello

↳ user044 damn uh how do we break this to you?

↳ user228 DONT SAY THAT

A beat-down, smoke-ridden pub wasn’t the place that Oscar expected to find himself in when Lando had invited him out to Britain. And yet, here he was—slouched at the end of a sticky bar counter, his head in his hands and muttering something about better tastes and being rich.

The lighting was uncomfortably weak, a broken neon sign buzzed in the corner of his eye, barely illuminating the peeling wallpaper surrounding him.

He glanced over to Lando, who in his opinion, looked far too comfortable—like the pub was a second home—his laugh already reeking of cheap booze.

“Mate,” Oscar sighed, shoulders sagging, “you’re actually serious about this place being good?”

At the sound of his friend's voice, Lando turned to face him, a crooked smile playing on his face. With a tilted head, and a grin like no other—he slung his arm around Oscars shoulder, pulling him into a one-armed (and one-sided) hug.

“It’s absolutely brilliant,” he drawled, already a little gone, “you’ve gotta see the performance—they’ve got a new guy singing tonight.”

Lando’s pitch wasn’t that convincing, what with his hiccuping, swaying state. Still, he stayed, muttering a dejected “alright”.

After a few moments, though, the lights in the bar dimmed, and other lights from an open area with a stage turned on. Red lights bled across the walls—glaringly bright at first—before dimming low enough for Oscar to make sense of the stage.

You stepped out in front of a small, still forming crowd, wearing a leather jacket perfectly fitted—tattoos crawling up your neck and twisting down your wrist—you looked every bit the rockstar.

The mic squealed as you leaned in, tapping it once with your finger.

“My name is Y/N,” you began—your voice rugged in just the right way, “and I’ll be performing my new album, Streetlite, for you all.”

Oscar spent the next fifteen or so minutes fully tuning out Lando’s slurred speech—eyes trained on you and only hearing the music that you played. A gritty, grunge-leaning setlist pulsed through the pub. He hated to say it, but Lando was right in making him stay.

He couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment washing over him as you took a bow, exiting off the stage, but begrudgingly he turned to look for Lando.

It seemed like his friend hadn’t paid the performance any attention—too focused on chatting to (or up, he wasn’t sure) the bartender serving him.

Oscar was too busy daydreaming to notice the sound of footsteps behind him, as well as the creak of a barstool when a man sat beside him.

“A Guinness, please.”  The man spoke, a familiar gravelly sound—one that Oscar recognized. He blinked, head twitching toward the sound.

There you were. Up close. The singer.

He whipped his head back around as quickly as he could muster, a dull feeling of dizziness following suit, then a warmth. Heat blooming at the tips of his ears—embarrassment, probably.

His brain felt like it was sizzling, and it had no reason to be. He wanted to limp away like a wounded animal in fear—because the man beside him scared him more than he should.

He’s just a man, Oscar told himself. You’re just a man too.

But when he turned to face you, cheeks flushed and heartbeat loud in his ears, that thought didn’t help much at all.

“You’re starin’ mate.” You spoke. Accent latching onto your words, and your eyes lingering elsewhere.

And when you spoke, oh Oscar would swear his heartbeat thrummed through every bone in his body. Fumbling, stuttering over his words—he apologised. Incoherent, awkward—an apology nonetheless.

“Sorry,” he croaks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

You laugh. Rough. But it carries a warmth that Oscar keeps in his chest. 

“There’s no need, was jus’ pointing it out,” You smiled, finger tracing the rim of your glass, “name’s Y/N—not sure if you were listening but it was me performing up there.”

“I was.” Oscar affirms far too quickly—which he only realises half-way through, “ah, uhm—you could call me Oscar.”

You repeat his name, softly—letting it play on your tongue as you speak it, “Oscar. Fits you.”

A silence stretches between the two of you as Oscar scrambles for something to say. His thoughts are a mess, so he settles for a half-hearted smile, cheeks tinged pink.

Then his phone buzzes.

Fishing it out of his pocket, he squints at the screen—Lando.

Sorry m8 i left w/o u LMSO. ill pay for ur uber tho, followed by a notification: money sent.

Oscar sighs, brows knitting together. He should’ve expected it—but that doesn’t stop the pang of irritation. Of course Lando had wandered off. Drunk bastard.

He shrinks into himself a little, already dreading the awkward solo trip back to the hotel. Damn it, Lando.

“You alright?” Your voice cuts through the moment, steady and low. You lean on your palm, eyes watching him with a curious kind of calm.

He turns to you, albeit a bit irritated, “My mate just left me. He’s my guide so it’s a bit—I dunno. Shit?”

Once again he lets out an annoyed groan, dragging his hands across his face then letting it drop into his palms.

“How ‘bout I buy you a consolation drink?”  You offered, this time your tone is a little softer. Then, adding on, “Besides, I wanted to buy you one anyway—if you want one, of course.”

In any normal circumstance Oscar would know better than to accept. However, a drink does sound good. So, against his better will, he accepts.

“Sure, yeah. A drink sounds good.” He nods, and you smile.

Conversation after that flows smoothly. Short sentences exchanged about your jobs, personal experiences, about everything that came to mind. You talk about how you juggle your day jobs with your pub gigs, and Oscar furrows his brow, bringing up your songs.

“So,” he starts, eyes flickering to his glass with a slight uncertainty, “Your album—it’s kind of all over the place. Like, at first I thought it was a love album but then… it turned kind of sad.”

You don’t answer right away and Oscar internally panics. He probably shouldn’t have asked—maybe the drinks were making him just a little too loose. Should he apologise?

“Well, initially it was a love album. Somewhat, anyway,” you paused, twirling your glass, “then me and him hit a rocky spot. Realised he was kind of a shit person—and I left. It kinda fucked me though. Coped a lot through my music, and I scrapped tons of songs.”

Silence settles between you, and the ambient pub noise suddenly feels too loud—cutlery clinking, laughter echoing from across the room. Oscar watches you, quiet. Patient.

There’s something unreadable in your eyes—appreciation, maybe. Or maybe it’s just the liquor. But you give him a small smile and keep going.

“So, it’s a relationship—the album, I mean. Going through a, toxic relationship for a lack of a better word.”

He hums, nodding slowly.

“It’s good.” He speaks, treading every word carefully, “you showed it well.”

You smile in return, stealing a glance towards a watch sitting on your wrist—then looking back up at him.

“It’s getting late. I’ll head out—but uhm,” quickly, you fumble a piece of paper out of your pocket, lending a pen from the bartender, writing something down.

“Here. I’ll talk to you another time. Have a good night.”

You give Oscar a wave, and a bell chimes as you leave the pub—with Oscar looking at the paper.

Your number. As well as a message: ‘text me later <3’

♬ Y/N ∙ Garbage Truck

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user481 my worlds colliding… oscar posted to Y/N’s song 

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user671 so he listens to gay artists now??? and i fucking liked him too

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↳ user481 HOLY SHIT THEY'RE INTERACTING STAY CALM

The engines were loud, and so was the chatter amongst people in the McLaren garage—strategies floating around and bouncing between engineers—and honestly you felt like a black sheep in a herd. You grab a headset out of the hands of an engineer with a grateful smile, and quickly put it on—and the noise grows silent.

Of course, it’s not completely quiet—that’s nearly, if not completely, impossible with so much happening. Especially in a sport like this one, or at least you assumed so.  But now, at least, it’s filtered. Contained behind the layers of comms, buzzing static, and urgent voices murmuring to each other.

A clearer voice cuts through the static and interferes the team radio, interrupting your thoughts.

“Box this lap.” He speaks. You weren't sure of his name, but you knew that he was Oscar's engineer.

“Copy.”  This time it was Oscar's voice, calm, focused—incredibly different from how he was in the pub with flushed cheeks and a boyish smile.

It was like a stranger wearing his voice when he spoke, even if it was only one word. Tone clipped, precise, and unfamiliar to you. No longer the man who was fumbling with his words, but instead the trained athlete he is.

You watch the screen, a flash of orange (or papaya, as the internet, or the team itself insisted) flying past and pulling into the pits. Slowing down as it approaches you, he stays for merely a second before he once again pulls away to the track.

If you were being honest, you really had no clue on how it worked. Sure, a few things made sense, and you knew it was racing, but you had no idea of what it were beyond the surface. But when the McLaren car passed the red Ferrari one, and a few scattered cheers erupted, you couldn’t help but smile.

The rest of the race was smooth—the car you knew to look for keeping its place in first, no need for overtaking nor intense defending. Before you knew it, it passed the finish line and the entire garage erupted in loud, echoing celebrations.

Your heart beats in your chest. Hard, heavy—for no reason at all—or a reason you’re too afraid to admit. Heading out of the garage, and towards the car, you catch a glimpse of the man himself in between the engineers.

Hair and face drenched in sweat as he takes off his balaclava, he has a smile so sweet on his face as he jumps into the the gathering of McLaren staff. Face flushed as he steps back from the crowd—and for once second, just one second, he smiles at you. 

The next moment you see him he’s on top of the podium accepting a trophy that’s well deserved. Goofy music playing in the background, the other drivers grab the champagne bottles and spray each other—you can’t help but laugh at the sight. 

Interviews take place after the champagne spray, and then, finally, you see him walk towards you. Your heart skips a beat—maybe two—and when you’re face to face you can only give him a smirk.

“So much for, I drive cars, huh?” You tease, a warmth bubbling beneath the smirk on your face.

Oscar laughs a bit sheepishly, a hand reaching up to the back of his neck, “I mean, it’s not a lie,” he gives you a tilt of his head, “but maybe ‘I drive cars fast’ works better?”

You raise a brow, “Bit of an understatement, eh?”

He smiles again—more boyish, rather than bravado—and for a moment, for just a second, he looks like the boy from the pub again, with flushed cheeks and filled with something unsaid.

And god, the urge to kiss him bubbles up in your chest like a kettle ready to boil over. You let out a heavy exhale, smiling so brightly that you have nothing to say.

But he does.

“I have a question,” he asks—suddenly more serious, and you hum, his voice barely audible over the celebrations in the background, “go on a date with me? Not a shitty pub this time. Something proper.”

There’s a pause—a brief silence, the butterflies in your stomach and fuzz in your head overpowering your ability to mutter an answer.

You let out a breath—half laugh and half exhale—and nod.

“Yeah,” you stammer, giving him a stupid grin, “I’d like that.”

♬ Y/N ∙ Cupid’s Chokehold

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the breakup - jegulus microfic

wc: 1,4k; tw: underage drinking and smoking, swearing

hi guys, i missed you so here’s a little gift for everyone who missed me, too. enjoy!

James sat on the sofa with Marlene, both of them in a shitty mood. On the table in front of them were a half-empty bottle of Marlene’s mum's homemade hooch and two packs of cheap cigarettes. Taylor’s All Too Well (10-minute version) was playing softly from the speaker.

“Ja jebie,” Marlene sighed in her mother tongue, reaching for another shot of strong alcohol and downing it in one go, not even flinching at the taste.

James looked at her like she grew a second head. “Jesus, calm down,” he mumbled, reaching for his glass and a bottle of coke to wash off the vile aftertaste. The Polish girl just snorted a little laugh in response.

You might be wondering why they were getting hammered on a random Monday evening. Well, the answer was simple – they both had gotten their hearts broken by these awful Slytherins.

“What the fuck have I ever done wrong?” James asked no one in particular, staring blankly at the painting hanging above the fireplace. “All I ever wanted was for him to be happy and feel loved. What is so wrong about it?”

Marlene lit up another fag, blowing out the smoke before answering him, “You’ve done nothing wrong, James. It’s just him acting all… Black family way, that’s all. Act like you don’t care, and at some point you’ll actually stop caring.”

And he really wanted to believe that. But the time they’d spent together was one of the best things that happened in his life. He felt seen and understood like never before. And don’t get him wrong; his friends were amazing and always keen to help James, but with Regulus it was different. The black-haired boy listened to him like no one ever had, seeing right through James and understanding all the shit he was going through. And in exchange, Regulus was getting the same thing. So why the fuck did he decide to break up with James? The James who loves him more than he loved himself. The James who was ready to climb to the sky and bring a star for Regulus, if he only asked him to. The James who was ready to do anything to see that beautiful smile on Regulus’ face.

“It’s so fucked,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands, feeling the tears coming to his eyes.

“It really fucking is,” the girl next to him agreed, her face twisted in a frown. “Like, why? And why both of them at the same time? What, they thought it’d be easier for us if we went through this together? Well, syke! It’s shit as fuck!” Marlene shouted, pouring another glass of hooch for both of them. “I hate it; I’m going to bed,” she announced after swallowing the shot.

“I’ll stay a bit longer,” James murmured, reaching for the bottle again.

“But not too long; we have physics with McGonagall first thing in the morning,” the girl reminded him, getting a bored ‘yeah, yeah’ in response.

And just like that, James was left alone again. He hated moments like that – all of the thoughts in his head becoming louder and more intrusive, thanks to alcohol. Right now his brain was torturing him with happy memories of him and Regulus, like that one time when they went to the zoo and spent almost the whole time they were there watching monkeys play with each other. Or when James introduced Regulus to his parents, and as soon as he went to the toilet, both Effie and Monty started fangirling over how amazing their son’s boyfriend was. Or when Regulus asked James to give him a testosterone shot for the first time.

The Gryffindor hadn’t even noticed the moment he was walking out of his house’s kitchen. His foot grew its own brain, leading James in the direction of Slytherin’s part of the building. As if on autopilot, he got to the door of his ex’s dormitory. One second he was taking a swing of hooch from the bottle, and the next his fist collided with the wooden surface in front of him.

Oh fuck, was all that went through his mind before the door opened and Regulus stood before him.

For a moment they were just staring at each other, not making any moves. In that short time James noticed the red-rimmed eyes and tear streaks running down the other boy’s face. James wanted to take him into his arms, cradle him to his chest, run his hand through the other’s hair and tell him everything’s going to be fine.

But the moment shuttered.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” Regulus asked, his voice and hands trembling.

“I miss you,” James blabbered incoherently, taking another swing from the bottle. “I miss you, and I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Regulus. Please, tell me, what will fix it?” By the time the Gryffindor finished, he could feel tears on his face.

The younger boy looked at him, his jaw set and tears threatening to escape any moment now. “James, it’s not you—“

“Oh, cut the crap! It’s not you, it’s me, my ars. Just tell me what happened!” At this point he was begging.

Regulus looked at him, scanning his face, and through gritted teeth he said, “Okay, you really want to know why we broke up? Well, first of all, you’re insufferable – always seeking attention, acting so obnoxious, just to later come into my room and complain about how no one likes you –”

“Reg, please stop. Why are you saying that? You know it’s not true,” James said, his voice wobbly. He took a step closer to Regulus, reaching towards his face with his free hand. The Slytherin just shook his head, backing away, angry tears falling from his eyes.

“Second of all, you never really got me, never tried to, and if I had to guess, you never will. You’re too much and not enough at the same time, James. I can’t be around you; it’s so fucking exhausting; you have no idea,” he cried out in frustration, stepping back into his room. “Stop looking for me; stop texting me. Just fuck off.”

“Reg, no, please—“

“Goodnight,” Regulus snarked, averting James’ eyes, and closed the door to his room. An aggressive click came from the other side, and then he knew – it really was over.

“Please, Reggie, come back,” he sobbed quietly, putting his forehead to the door. “Please, please, please, please, please,” his legs were giving up more and more with every word, to the point where he lay by the door, silent sobs coming out of his mouth. He wanted to ground himself by taking another sip from the bottle, sadly finding out it was empty. He threw it down the corridor, curling in on himself, violently shaking on the floor.

He could feel himself drifting away when he heard that soft voice, calling for him.

“James! James! Jamie, wake up!”

James jumped up, taking in his surroundings. It took him a second to realise he was in his room, in his bed, all sweaty and shaking. Suddenly, he could feel a gentle hand at his face, and when he turned around, he saw Regulus looking at him with concern. Instantly James fell into his arms, holding him like a lifeline.

“Thank god you’re here,” he whispered into the younger boy’s ear, still feeling his body trembling. Regulus’ arms came up to his back, caressing them delicately.

“What was it, Jamie?” His boyfriend asked, evidently still concerned.

“You broke up with me, saying I wasn’t enough but that I was too much, too. You told me to fuck off and—“

“Oh, baby,” Regulus whispered, pulling James even closer.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” the older boy murmured into the other’s shoulder. “I think it’s the new meds; they’re awful. I can’t remember the last time I was in such a state. I’m really so–“

“Don’t be silly,” Reg said quietly. “I’m here for you, no matter how bad it gets. You know why?” James shook his head in answer. Regulus sighed a quiet laugh and kissed his hair before he said, “Because I love you. And I want your happiness more than anything in this universe.”

[danadiadea]

was answering someone, accidentally wrote a full ass ✨️anti-James Potter Manifecto✨️, then noticed I can't reblog the OP... But decided that it deserves to be posted anyway. The points therefore are in a seemingly random order, but bear with me.

Disclamer: I know that people who do awful things can also have good qualities. Sirius grosses me out if my mind, but I admit he has some positives and can be liked for them. My problem with James is that he objectively has very little good deeds. He could be an SAer and a shitty fuck with some admirable qualities too, but he... isn't. You people just want to praise a rich aristocrat for what's not even a bare minimum.

Not to say that him being a good friend to Remus included letting him out of the Shack where he could've killed someone and laughing at it (all of them are gross for that, James included. Remus would've been so "helped" if he killed or infected a person. No wonder Sirius brought it just one step further so easily!) and yapping loudly about his lycanthropy; and to Peter – degrading him and playing him for a joke. And oh yeah, he "saved" Snape from being killed – I wonder how had Sirius managed to dehumanize Snape to the extent where he considered Snape's life unimportant? No James' part in it, I'm sure. Not to add that he used it to paint himself as a hero, knowing full well that the victim can't speak the truth, and later sexually assaulted that very same person, and that it had saved his two friends from Sirius' idiocy – so it was James' best interest (it's funny how they imagine James "saving" Snape. yeah, sure, that's how he'd talk to a boy he doesn't even consider a person with rights to his own body: "oh don't go Severus, it's dangerous!". also to be clear, animagi James was in no danger himself at all). And liking your friends is not... a virtue... it's a minimum..... just as with that "gave Remus money" thing which is not even in the books, but even if we count it as canon – this is the LEAST a loaded privileged person can do! Being filthy rich and sharing some money is not a virtue, stop praising the rich for the things they're obliged to do!

The thing is that James wasn't even a particularly good parent or husband! It's already dumb to say "someone is a good person just because they love their family and friends even though they are a piece of sadistic shit" because Vernon and Lucius are RIGHT THERE – but James didn't show any respect for Lily as a person, he'd been a total prick towards her; and the only good thing he did to Harry was... playing with him I guess? And saying he'd "hold off Voldemort", which was dumb, considering he had no wand, Lily supposedly had no place to run since she wasted time blocking the door with a chair instead, and the whole betrayal thing (and the lack of Invisibility Cloak accessible) was a direct result of James' arrogance! Again – this was his own family. Loving your own family is not something one should be praised for lmfao.

James Potter's only good deeds were being a good friend to (a fucking psycho) Sirius Black, and being a part of the Order where Mundungus Fletcher also was so idk how heroic it is per se (also, being anti-bad people doesn't automatically make you good, not to say that in every war there would be sadistic jerks, who use it to vent their aggression, on both sides. you can fight the right wing and be a shit of a person!), and following beliefs James' parents had, not differently to Regulus or Draco – he just got luckier. That's it, I fear.

Also on the "defied Voldemort thing" – we don't even know what that means. We know he and Lily refused to join DEs, does that count? Does a marriage of a Pureblood and a Muggleborn count – it defies Voldemort's ideals! We don't ever see or even directly hear about James' encounters with DEs (aside from hp prequel I guess) or Voldemort, so sorry, not counting things I don't know about. anyway, stan Horace Slughorn, a man who canonically fought Voldemort himself.

James’ bad deeds were choking people with soap and publically undressing them without their consent (a Muggle raised boy with Muggle surname, for "existing" no less), using illegal spells, letting out werewolves, blackmailing girls and ignoring their refusals, being sexist and classist and lookist and pathetically toxic macho man, hexing people for fun, lying to his girlfriend about leaving her ex-friend alone, taking part in constructing a stalkering map, leaving his wife and infant in the Fidelius hidden house to go play heroes on a bike with Sirius, deciding that Pettigrew was useless enough to be a better secret keeper than Sirius or (so conveniently distrusted werewolf) Remus or James himself or even Albus Dumbledore.... And considering he had all the privileges and possible means to become someone like Cedric Diggory, that's not even funny how people excuse him.

(painting having a kid at 20 while being a soldier and participating in a war as a good thing and not as being clinically insane is a choice. With all the respect for Harry and Teddy, James Potter and Remus Lupin should've discovered condoms)

(talking about additional content like harry potter prequel and the meeting with the Dursleys, James was fucking shitty in both! Bragging about being rich will never not be shitty howewer unpleasant Vernon might've been, and leaving unconsious DEs with Muggles is direct danger to their lives: I wonder what would they do when they wake up at the Muggle police station. So is speeding on the Muggle road. And showing off with the stolen snitch in SWM – decided it was too petty to mention in the main text, but whatever, this fucker could've afforded his own)

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Goo dating headcanons

💸 Dating good can be a real roller coaster. A fun roller coaster that is. There could be problems here and there but in his eyes it’s nothing he can’t solve. Yes it is true that sometimes he prioritizes his job over you sometimes. But that’s because his job is very ‘demanding.’ But it pays well, so he hopes you understand.

💸 Fair dates, cinema dates, shopping spree, restaurants, coffee dates and karaoke dates. (Sometimes with jonggun tagging along even though he himself doesn’t want to and goo forced invited him to go) he can’t always make it, but he does make it up to you in one way or another. Always.

💸 if you go to a far date, expect him to scream and yell in every attraction you go to. Yes he’s afraid of heights. Too bad you didn’t know, you have to put with him now. Luckily he don’t throw up. Oh but he WILL try the claw machine’s and not win shit. He spent a lot of money on it too by the way. Bro might start crying. Or just sit on the ground or sum. You might even feel bad for dawg😔

💸 if you are the one to actually win a plushie and give it to him, bro will scream. He’ll immediately hug it and start thanking you. You bet he’s taking pictures of it and posting it on all his socials. Even sending it to groupchats and Jonggun himself with a caption of ‘look what my girlfriend got me hehe😝😈’ and yes he also sends it to you. He’s putting the plush on his bed or in a special shrine he made with a gifts from you.

💸 personally, i think Goo also seems to be a best friend and boyfriend. He would want to be in love and love you if you get what i mean. Ofcourse his best friend is jonggun, but that’s different from how he loves you. A main thing that is important to him is understanding, you don’t need to accept. Just understanding for him is enough.

💸 If you date Goo, it’s high likely that you too are a fan of anime. He doesn’t really mind which type you are. Manga, manhwa, anime, donghua even BL or GL. He doesn’t really care which one you enjoy. He just likes the swords in em you know. He would probably talk for you about his favorites and you about yours. It could be that the two of you read/ watch together of that you made trades on watching each other’s faves. For him it feels like he can share a hobby with you which he appreciates.

💸 I can see you meeting Goo at a bookstore. Both of you at the Manga section eyeing the same manga. You having if in your hands first and Goo demanding that you give it to him with a serious gaze, however his face would twist in mild surprise when you do actually hand it to him. He would say he is joking but you would insist that he can take it, he would find your indifference and calm nature intriguing. He would stare at you for a while you pick at another manga and decide to buy that one instead. You didn’t bother arguing with him because you didn’t think you’ll see him again. Unfortunately, he kept showing up even when he saw you avoid him. Which eventually made him say. ‘Miss. Go on a date with me.’

💸 Goo likes to call you ‘sugar’ or ‘sweetheart.’ Because he thinks you’re lively, sweet, addictive and always lighten his heart. He feels as if he can say anything to you, no matter what it is. Sometimes he even wants to tell you everything about his job, but he knows he can’t because it’ll put you in danger and he can’t risk that. You mean too much to him to make you see the stuff he does.

💸 Now when it comes to you being Goo’s girlfriend. There are a lot of people you don’t know who are in Goo’s life. And he also doesn’t think it would be relevant for you to know all of them. He would probably introduce you to Jonggun who wonders why you haven’t left Goo yet. And maybe James who is rather aloof and is on pretty neutral terms with you. Its save to say that James likes you better than Goo. Jonggun on the other hand doesn’t necessarily engage with you, but does little things like asking you to look after Goo or keeping him on a leash.

💸 Goo would go to concerts with you. Even if he doesn’t listen to the same music as you. He’ll make sure he handles everything from tickets to seats to time stamps. He’s pretty laid back about it too, he has it handles but isn’t stern about it. He’ll buy you merch if that’s what you want, even going as far as to go buy it himself during the concert so that you can still enjoy seeing your artist(s). If it’s in another country he’ll ditch his work probably and still go with you anyway. If the concert has lightsticks you can be rest assured: he already bought those.

I’m sorry it’s short. I ran out ideas😭

[wearingaberetinparis]

I need more James POV! Like wdym you broke up with your girlfriend for Lily?? I need to know how long he has been in love with her

To be fair, that was a bit of an exaggeration on a jealous ex-boyfriend's behalf. He did not break up for her. Was the timing of the breakup convenient because she had just broken up with her boyfriend? Sure! But he and Delia Greengrass - who was objectively very beautiful - just weren't a good match. And, yes, he had - for a very long time, ever since she moved in two years prior - admired her from afar. This is what Sirius meant when he called Lily James' dream girl, because she was and is. Anyway, because you need a little more of a James POV - which I get, because I love him too - here you go! This takes place the second Lily has left his flat after their first sexual encounter in Chapter 1.

The door fell shut behind her, and he pressed his forehead against it, unable to contain his grin. “Holy shit,” he murmured. “Holy fucking shit.” He all but staggered backward, hands now flying to his hair. He couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling up inside him, from spilling from his mouth. “Never in a hundred years…” He was a man changed. He knew now what his neighbour tasted like, what she sounded like, how she felt – and it was bloody fucking divine. She was. “Lily Evans,” he let the her name fall from his lips, his tongue embracing every syllable as if it were absolutely precious to him. He made it back to his living room, let himself fall back onto the sofa, his face buried in the pillows that had held her head in place the night before as he had ever so slowly peeled her underwear from her ankles. His face between her thighs, his tongue between her folds. How could anything ever top that feeling? The knowledge that the sounds she was making had all been inspired by him? And then the way she had made him feel. Fuck, she was so hot. He was obsessed – utterly, completely besotted. How was he supposed to go about his day like normal when all he wanted was to bury himself inside her again? To feel his lips against his own? To inspire those little mewls and gasps that had nearly made him come far more quickly than he had wanted? He rolled onto his back, stared up at the ceiling, hoped that this was only the start.

[alwayshinny]

Baby Harry his Padfoot - 🐾

Harry hated peas.

He gave his mom a pointed look every time she placed a bowl of peas in front of him.

Padfoot hated peas.

He believed peas should be banished from the earth.

Lily didn't particularly like peas.

But seeing her adorable son give her that frown whenever she gave him peas made her laugh. She was pleased with how quickly he ate them. 

James loved peas.

He thought it was hilarious that his best friend, who despised peas more than anyone else and refused to eat them in Hogwarts, claiming there was no one on earth that could make him eat peas. He tried not to laugh as his son scrunched up his eyebrows and frowned at his godfather across the table, almost as if the two were having a silent debate while frowning at each other. Then, in a matter of seconds, his best friend would sigh in defeat as he transformed into Padfoot, and his wife would give him a smile, thinking he was encouraging their son to eat his peas. Harry's little frown turned into a smile as he pretended to put a fist full of peas into his mouth while Lily was looking, but as soon as she turned back to her dinner, he threw them on the ground as Padfoot quickly ate them with a pained expression on his furry face.

This was why James loved peas.

[probs-reading]

Regulus is a little shit and when he and James started hooking up, he always downplayed how much he liked him. Imagine HOW MORTIFIED he was when James opened his sketchbook to look at a drawing of a pretty flower he glanced at and ended up finding numerous sketches Regulus had done of James,some of them even dating back to before the two had started being romantically involved. Not only that, there was also so much delicacy,details, and softness to the way Regulus captured the glint of Jame's eyes,his dimples,his messed up hair. Regulus tried to convince him that "it was just practice Potter" and that "you just always happened to be there Potter" but James had the most SMUG LITTLE GRIN on his face for the rest of the day

[ultravioletbrit]

“short” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 338 words

James is going to be cool. He’s going to be normal, casual. It’s just a night out with friends he can handle that. A night out with friends, including his best friend and his best friend’s brother who happens to be the most beautiful man James has ever seen. But James is going to be totally cool about it.

James’ plan works for about five minutes until Regulus shows up wearing low-rise jeans that hug his hips and a crop top. A fucking crop top that reveals several inches of smooth skin, a slender waist and a belly ring. A fucking belly ring.

James’ brain short-circuits. There’s not a single thought in his head and he can’t tear his eyes away from Regulus. His eyes travel up Regulus’ body until he makes eye contact and Regulus smirks. He fucking smirks.

“You alright there, Potter?” Regulus asks when he gets close enough.

“Huh?” James’ brain is on a constant loop of how beautiful Regulus is and he can’t form any other words.

“I said are you alright? You look a little dazed?” Regulus’ voice is low and sultry and just as beautiful as he is.

“You’re beautiful.” James blurts out because there are no other thoughts in his head.

“Huh?” Regulus’ smirk drops and his eyes go wide.

“What?” James asks numbly.

“You… I…”

“You?… Huh?…”

“I…”

“God, you’re both pathetic. Just go fuck in the bathroom already.” Barty's voice cuts through the static in James’ brain.

“DO NOT go fuck in the bathroom.” Sirius cuts in. “But, yes, you are both pathetic.”

“Huh?” James and Regulus say at the same time.

“This is hard to watch. I’m getting a drink.” Barty pushes past them and Sirius follows him to the bar.

James and Regulus stare at each other for a few awkward moments. James’ thoughts are slowly coming back to him, but one thought still stands out.

“You’re beautiful.” James breaks the silence.

Regulus’ cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink and he finally breaks eye contact. “You said that already.”

“It bears repeating.”

[pearlynia]

James to Regulus: you're such an angel *smile dreamily*

Regulus: :)))

Sirius:

Barty:

Evan:

Peter:

Remus:

Sirius: is the said "angel" in the room with us?

Regulus: Sirius shut the fuck up-

[siriusblackdevotee]

Unapologetically rude, apathetic and arrogant Sirius Black, an untamable and prideful force that loves to defy expectations and rules, a rebel that shamelessly disrespects his peers, that disobeys and challenges authoritities, not a single bone in his body capable of submission.

The same man, while holding eye contact with James Potter, slowly gets on his knees and takes the tanned hands to the side of his head, offering full control of him and simply says, "Go on, do what you want."

And James is just one weak man!!

[slothanime4]

Some quick Severitus doodles (someone save this man)

[toastytrusty]

dundy in my head is like. what if the most loyal man in the world who WILL deck someone threatening his friends at a bar and is basically an overgrown attack dog was also a soulful yearner with more love in his heart than his body could contain. what if he was deeply in love with all of his closest friends and got all mushy and pathetic whenever any ounce of that love was reciprocated. what if he loved so big and so deep that he was okay if it never was reciprocated because he gets to experience life beside them regardless. what if sharing space and time was all it took to make him happy. he gets angry easily and offended on behalf of others but never takes anything against himself to heart. something something the opinions of people he doesn't care about mean nothing to him but the regard of those he loves is the most important thing in the world. he's very put together and responsible but cares a lot more about making sure his friends are taking care of themselves than he does about taking care of himself. he's theatrical and always quick for a joke or prank or dramatic display but loves being uncomfortably genuine and heartfelt in expressing his affection. he tells himself he is content with those he loves not being able to fully love him back but borders on jealousy when they spend more time with other people. what if he was deeply deeply afraid of being alone and gets very selfish when he is afraid someone is going to leave him. his meaning is derrived entirely from those he cares about and without them he is nothing

[chasingthestarss]

Jealousy Jealousy

Just a little short thing I wrote because I wanted jealous James. It's really just a bunch of dialogue but enjoy!

Words: 955

Barty Crouch Junior was a problem.

A big problem.

The biggest problem James had ever had.

He kind of wanted to kill the guy.

James had never felt so violent as he did watching Barty lean in and whisper into Regulus’ ear.

He wanted to rip out Barty’s throat when Regulus laughed at whatever Barty whispered into his ear.

James knew he had no right to feel that way. He had no reason to want Regulus to not go near Barty. They were friends and James didn’t have any claim to Regulus. It wasn’t like Regulus was his boyfriend. And if he was James’ boyfriend, James wouldn’t have the right to tell him how to act with his friends.

He was out of his seat in seconds when Barty's hand settled on Regulus’ waist, like it belonged there or something. James wanted to cut his fucking hand off. Maybe then he would quit touching Regulus. Maybe then he would leave Regulus the fuck alone.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?” Barty smirked when James reached them.

What was he gonna do? Tell Barty to stop talking to his friend? Really why did he even walk over? What could he do other than observe violently.

“I need to talk to Regulus,” James said shortly, not giving Barty any attention.

Barty smirked. Of course he did. When was he not smirking at James? Like he knew something that James didn’t. It pissed him off.

“We’re busy,” Barty smiled at James and waved him off like some sort of child.

James wanted Barty to never talk again. Maybe he just wanted to rip out the boys vocal chords so he couldn’t whisper things in Regulus’ ear. Speaking of, that is what Barty was doing now, once more.

“Do you have a problem, Potter?” Evan chimed in as he watched James silently seethe over Barty and Regulus’ closeness.

Evan Rosier was also a problem. He was always talking to Regulus. He was always with Regulus. Why did everyone always have to be with Regulus? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone.

“No, of course not,” James muttered and stormed off to go find Sirius. Sirius needed to get Regulus away from those fucking Slytherins or James was going to rip their heads off. He couldn’t risk getting expelled.

Sirius was found lounging in Remus’ lap, talking to Marlene about something that James didn’t care about. Right now he needed his best friends.

“You okay, Prongs? You look pissed,” Remus asked, then looked behind James and laughed. “Oh, I see. Sirius, you're needed for Regulus retrieval.”

“Oh my god, just tell him you're jealous and quit bringing me into this shit!” Sirius groaned.

James may have done this more than once. But Regulus’ friends were just so handsy. Sirius was always able to get Regulus away, so James just went to him.

“Pads, please!” James whined.

“No, figure it out. Moony time,” Sirius denied as he leaned forward to place kisses on Remus’ neck.

James grumbled but walked away and sat back in his old spot. Silently seething as he watched Regulus lean into Evan, while Barty talked about something.

He lasted longer than he thought he would.

Maybe five minutes. (thirty seconds)

But then Barty Crouch Junior leaned in and kissed Regulus’ cheek and James lost it.

James stormed over, definitely shoving people as he did so. He ripped Barty away and grabbed Regulus’ arm.

“Sirius needs you,” James spoke sharply, glaring at Barty.

“Does he? I don’t see him around,” Regulus smirked up at James, his eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.

“He does, come on,” James tugged Regulus’ arm a little, trying to get the younger boy to stand.

“I’ll wait for him to come get me. You can go tell him that. I’ll just hang out here with my friends,” Regulus retorted, shoving James’ hand off him.

“No! You can’t stay with them,” James replied.

“Why's that?” Regulus asked.

James froze. He looked at Regulus, really looked at him and saw it. Regulus was going this on purpose. He was definitely doing this on purpose. There was no way he was just being this antagonizing and mischievous for no reason. How many times had he made James jealous on purpose.

James spun to Barty and saw that he was also smirking at James. Evan too. So they all knew what they were doing. They just didn’t care.

“You were doing it on purpose?” James asked.

“Doing what on purpose, Jaime?” Regulus tilted his head in mock confusion.

“I wanted to cut your buddies hand off. What would you have done if I had done it? Would you have felt guilty? Would you feel remorse?” James questioned, leaning close enough that his breath could probably be felt on Regulus’ cheek.

“I’d probably feel turned on, actually,” Regulus challenged

“Oh yeah?” James taunted.

“What can I say? You’re hot when you’re jealous. So are you going to act now or keep seething in your little chair? Because I’ve been waiting for you to do something. I'm tired of waiting for Jamie. I have other options, Barty for example," Regulus gestured vaguely in Barty’s direction.

“Hell yeah!” Barty agreed moving towards Regulus.

“No.” James snarled, turning to him furiously.

“I told you it was hot,” Regulus chimes. James is sure if he was talking to him or Barty but he doesn’t care.

“Come on, let me show you how hot jealousy can be,” James pulled Regulus a little gesturing toward his dorm room with his head.

“Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex!” Barty cheered in the background.

“Shut up Barty,” Evan groaned.

James may hate Barty Crouch Junior, but that was some of the best sex he had had.

[autisticaradiamegido]

thoughts on dave and aradia (<>)?

day 356

BIG fan tbh. in this house we love and respect timerails

truly yall read this log and tell me theyre not cute

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 10!!

July 10th <3

Marathon - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1020

First part Previous part

It was a beautiful, hot, summers day. What Regulus would normally love to do on a day like this, would be to lounge around in the shade, his fair complexion turns the colour of a tomato in the sun way too fast for his liking, grab a good book, and finish it before going to sleep.

But like he said, that's his ideal day if he wasn't at a summer camp in the middle of August. That is why right now, he's watching kids wait around and chatter excitedly about the water fight that James had been planning all morning. They had water balloons, water guns, actual buckets of water, quite literally everything.

James did receive a lecture on the water guns from Regulus after he shot the younger boy with one of them, he said it was 'by accident' but it most certainly wasn't judging from the shit eating grin on the other boys face as he bit his lip to tone down his smile. Admittedly, that made Regulus fucking crumble on the spot the way he sucked his lip through his teeth.

"Are you ready?" James bounced at his side, tugging at his arm to pull him up from the table. Regulus obliged in a second, letting James drag him up from his seat, only receiving an eyebrow raise from Regulus in return.

"Ready for what exactly? To watch teenagers throw water at each other?" He sarcastically remarked, waving his silver ringed hands at the group of kids.

"Nope." He patted Regulus on the shoulder and popped the 'P' at the end of his statement. "Hayley merely suggested that we join in, so we are." Beaming, the other boy watched as Regulus' face turned from bored to fuming within a few seconds of each other. "Oh no-"

"James fucking Potter, you actual idiot. I will not be-"

James cut him off, pouting and offering his best puppy eyes look as he tugged on a black silky ringlet falling in front of Regulus' eyes. "Please?"

Mesmerised, Regulus stood there and gazed into every aspect of James' face. He could feel James' slightly cool fingertips on his cheek, he could see his ring adorned thumb right in front of his eyes, he swore he could even hear his own heart beating in his reddening ears. God, he's angelic, Regulus was sure if you looked close enough you could see the man glowing. His face was the definition of ethereal, skin turned golden brown in the hazy morning sunlight, eyes hooded and wide as a curious child's.

At that moment in time, he felt a freezing, stinging, splash at the back of his head. He whipped around, forcing James' sinful hand away from his face, now turning to see a boy with mousy brown messy hair, stood tall and grinning at him.

"Don't be a wimp, come on Regulus!" His sly smirk widened. Regulus turned back to face James, who had stuffed his fist over his mouth which was failing to hide his matched smirk to the younger boy.

"Oh god there's two of them." Regulus looked at James, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. Now he just purposely locked eyes with James before yelling. "Whoever targets James gets extra marshmallows tonight!"

That was all it took for the kids to scramble up, loading their water guns in the clear blue lake and picked up their buckets of water balloons, then firing them at a running James, who clumsily flipped Regulus off over his shoulder before attempting to run away again.

Satisfied with himself, Regulus sat right back down on the bench, pulling his knees up to his chest and propping his head up on them.

-

Nearly fifteen minutes later, James throws his hands up in the air, collapsing on the grass in front of a smirking Regulus and throwing his head back on the floor. He closed his eyes and flapped his hands out to the side. "I surrender, or whatever! Leave me alone." He groaned and brought his hands up to rub over his face.

"Did you have fun?" Regulus smiled down at the boy in front of him, trying his best not to fall off the bench when he noticed the way his white shirt was practically see through and clung to him like skin. Regulus could see everything, and by gods he was not complaining, the shirt sunk into the pivots on his skin and rounded at his abs and the sharp yet smooth v-line descending into his shorts.

Fuck, okay, deep breaths.

It's nothing he hasn't seen before, he's sharing a room with James, but in his defence he does react something like this every time. Normally he just opts to peeking out over the top of his book that his focus was long gone on.

"Are-" He panted. "You-" He took another breath. "Proud of yourself?" James finished, with a kick of his soaked through shoe at Regulus' leg.

"Very." Regulus declared, indeed very proudly, before snorting and deciding to slide off the bench and sit next to James.

"God, I feel like I just ran a marathon." James huffed out a long breath and picked up his very dishevelled head to look at Regulus with an almost impressed look.

Regulus ran a hand through his hair, laughing slightly. "Think you nearly did." He paused for a thought. "How far did you actually go?"

"Other side of camp." James mumbled.

Regulus bit back a now even louder laugh, judging from the fact that this is one of the largest camps in the UK, and that it took him about twenty minutes to walk to Sirius' cabin on the other side of the campus.

"I saw your friend Barty, he didn't help out though he just tried to trip me up... and succeeded." James said thoughtfully, whacking Regulus on the thigh when he started laughing.

"I'm very proud of him." Regulus tilted his head at James, who sat up, folded his arms and glared at Regulus for a record breaking five seconds before cracking a wide smile. The younger boy soon followed to match it with a fond eye roll.

Next part

[divescustos]

"this was your master plan all along, wasn't it." / from bella. / @mvndrvke.

MY GRIN WAS COMPLETELY UNREPENTANT AS I lifted her out of the truck’s passenger side and into my arms, bridal style, tucking her close against my body. I took the opportunity to press a kiss to the side of her head, breathing in her burning scent. With a gentle kick, I closed the door, turning to place her into the wheelchair I had already set up. Every mind in the parking lot was focused on us, having been drawn by the cacophony of her ancient vehicle.

There were crutches tucked into the trunk of my Volvo, which was currently at home given I had chosen to ride with Bella and Rosalie refused to drive my car. The wheelchair had felt more prudent - the idea of her trying to get around on two sticks and a single leg had sent my anxiety spiralling. If she insisted, I would of course provide them, but some persuasion had brought her around to trying the chair first. I had the feeling the staring might make her regret that.

“You know,” I said grabbing the handles of the wheelchair after hanging her backpack off them, my voice light and jovial, “I’m still perfectly willing to just carry you.”